I have never felt any particular dislike of gnomes. The only one I met was that terribly small one, and she seemed a decent sort, but I'm beginning to understand why so many hate gnomes so much.
The staff is gone. Likely in the hands of our enemies as we speak. Which is tricky, for the paladins, because our enemies may be the rightful rulers of this city.
They arrested us in the middle of the night, woke me up from a lovely, deep sleep, to drag us to jail for having attacked and robbed the gnome. Of course they didn't ask us for our opinion. The word of an illusionist highwayman weighs far more than that of Paladins and priests.
I'd like to meet the judge who made that ruling. I feel he must have a punchable face.
Heh. That would make the Paladins happy.
Now we're left with fairly desperate options to even locate the staff. We'll find it, Pelor willing, but not without cost.
There is always a cost. I can only hope this is one I can pay.
No comments:
Post a Comment